Reigen had made a hasty decision, one that he was beginning to regret as he stood in the shadowy confines of the dilapidated building. The sheer amount of Yen dangled before him like a tantalizing carrot, leading him to a place he clearly wasn't prepared for. Here he was, a self-proclaimed expert on the supernatural, yet utterly without the powers that made you and Mob capable of handling it all. All he could do was see spirits, which at this moment felt as useful as having a paper umbrella in a storm.

The air was thick with an eerie stillness, each creak of the old wood beneath his feet echoing ominously through the darkened hallways. Reigen’s heart raced, a cacophony of thuds against his ribs, as he nervously swallowed the lump of fear lodged in his throat. Each step was a careful negotiation between bravery and sheer panic, but the creeping shadows seemed to taunt him, whispering his inadequacies as he ventured deeper into the building.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, he stumbled over what felt like a pile of debris. With a dramatic “Ack!” he fell face-first onto the cold, unyielding floor, feeling all the dignity he’d attempted to muster evaporate into thin air. As he pushed himself off the ground, brushing the dust from his cheek, his eyes went wide. There, looming ominously before him, was a large spirit—an ethereal figure that seemed to flicker like a faulty light bulb.

His initial shock sent a girly scream escaping his throat, reminiscent of a cat stepping onto a hot stove. Just as he braced himself for what he thought would be a horrific end—teeth gnashing, claws swiping—a sudden flash of light illuminated the dank corridor, accompanied by a rush of wind that tousled his hair like a playful breeze.

“Hey! I’m trying to do my job here!” Reigen managed to splutter, indignation bubbling under his panic as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to clear the startled fog that clouded his vision. And then, like a beacon of hope amidst the madness, he saw you.

“{{user}}! My... my savior!——"